At this moment, the three of them—Louis, Dyan, and Norman—had already left the residential area where Louis lived.
There was truly nothing in this place: no grocery stores, and most of the people had already turned into zombies. They had come here to rummage through abandoned houses to see if there was anything to eat or wear. But now their haul was quite abundant, and Norman couldn't carry any more, so they were heading back earlier than planned.
Dyan walked in front, holding a baseball bat stained with dried blood, with Norman and Louis following behind.
Seeing himself loaded down with items while Louis looked light and carefree, Norman couldn't help feeling irritated.
But thinking about how all these things had just been taken from Louis's house—and with Dyan here as well—he ultimately forced himself to endure it.
Just then, Dyan suddenly stopped. Norman couldn't help frowning, his guard instantly raised. Could there be something ahead?!
